Silvertip Mountain So hungry

Zaria sat by her den, though she looked more like a skeleton with fur instead of an actual wolf. She had always been slender, but the famine had not helped with her figure. The girl had always been confident and very vain, but being a mother had changed that. She was very ambitious and hated to fail. After all, she was good in anything. But raising four young with barely any food around had put some things in perspective for the female. As much as she loved herself she could not bare the idea that she would fail in raising this litter. Fitz's litter.

Now she thought about it, her deceased mate was garbage for leaving her like this. Zaria felt even worse after the news reached her that June had died. The woman was at the end of her latin, but Zaria was not a quitter. The emaciated female made sure to drink a lot and not hate her young when she handed them another piece of meat, often scavenged. At least they could not be picky eaters. The alpha female sat down, feeling herself getting a bit dizzy as she sat due to the lack of food.